Do you have any memories of your parents pulling the old “when I was a kid . . .” routine?

I do.

My dad still tells me stories about how, when he was younger, he had to wait for it to be his turn to wear the shoes he shared with his brothers, before he could go out and play. Or that he would walk miles and miles, in two feet of snow, to get to school.

I listened to his stories, laughed a little at the craziness of them, and a lot of times would not exactly believe everything he told me. It was too outlandish to think my dad had to SHARE SHOES, right? I mean really?

Then, recently, I found myself pulling this routine myself. With my oldest daughter.